You don't understand was the last thing in the world that Raina wanted to hear, and that's exactly why she paid it absolutely no attention. She knew what he had told her. She knew that to an extent she could not understand what it was that he suffered through. She wasn't blind enough to think that just knowing about it would explain it entirely. But her desire to know was more a request to be with him through it, to experience every part of who he was. You couldn't truly want someone the way that Raina wanted Desmond if you didn't acknowledge and accept every side, to good and the bad, the gentleman and the sexual deviant, and everything in between.
She was sure that he would find away to break the kiss and step away when he seemed to attempt turning away. Not sure exactly what she would do in that case, her mind ran freely with ideas. Would she let him leave? Would she throw herself at him again? Just when she was sure that he was going to pull away, something changed. It was like his entire body loosened and the way that he grabbed her body, kissed her so possessively, she knew she was his. There was no denying that.
Lowering her hands against his shirt, Raina rolled her chest forward, soft sounds of desire echoing up her throat. One moment she was standing before him and the next he literally swept her off her feet. She was lowered onto the patch of cool grass and it could have been anywhere in the world. They could have been in a large bed adorned with hundreds of pillows and silk sheets. The blade of grass and fallen leaves that now became her bed were just as fitting. Arching her back, Raina let her head roll to the side with the kisses he trailed along her heated skin. It was making it so hard to breathe steadily, so with every brush of his mouth, she gripped her fingers a little harder into his shirt. Her lips parted and she gasped lightly with that sting. Her eyes widened a little but the feeling didn't send anything but pulsing hot desire into her belly. The moan that escaped her lips had her raising her legs at his waist. The sound curled around her, sliding along her quickly becoming bare body like a snake that wound around her flesh. Her body jerked with the sudden tug that freed her breasts from the fabric. The way he touched her, possessed her, sent a slight vibration through her. The pit of her stomach tightened in a knot that made her head spin, and she could feel that original heat circling around her hips.
Her body responded to the feeling of his slick tongue and soft lips around her nipple by moistening the warmth between her legs. She cried his name as his hand tugged the now bothersome panties off of her. "Yes," she gasped, everything as though they were completely alone in the world. No one to bother them, nothing to take away from this. "..yes, touch me.." Long fingertips slid underneath his duster and pushed it aggressively off his shoulders. She made a small mewly noise when they had to part for just a moment. Now that the jacket was gone, she aggressively tugged his shirt up, not giving it a second thought once she dropped it behind her.
Rising up a little, Raina kissed his ear, neck, then moved to his shoulder. Once there, she gave it a nip and let her free hand teasingly trail down her chest, then stomach, stopping once her palm was pressed against his, holding his touch between her legs. Her eyes rolled shut and she let her head hang back as she felt the heat filling her up from that sensitive place that no one had ever touched before. "Oh my God, Desmond," she cried, voice shaking and fingertips not only lightly trembling but urging his own hand on. "I need you." In every way. She felt feral and it was wild.